Except that at mile 17.7 I suddenly didn't feel well enough to run. At. All. So I had to stop for a second and walk (and heave, but thankfully no vomit on the side of the road today). And I walked for a 10th, and then ran until my watch beeped 18. And I was so tired that I actually didn't stop running for a few more steps when I realized - oh yea, I can stop now.
So, 18 miles, in 3:11:change, and now I'm feeling pretty good about next week's 20 miler and the race in general. Even though I had to stop. And even though my finish pace sucked. I still feel good about todays run. Isn't that weird? Can you imagine, ME, running 18 miles? Yea, me neither, but I did it.